Fight #3
(Hersean, as she would be if hatched at Arx Atra Mons. Visit her here)
: The Fight :
It was in the few hours before dawn that Hersean wandered into the courtyard of Arx Atra Mons. For this queen, there was no defiant bugle, no glittering announcement. Her suitors would come to her. And there was no need for blooding, either. There would be blood enough without cattle.
The first of her suitors approached her: a poison male crouched low to the ground, his eyes shining red with lust.
He thought himself equal to her, and that was his first mistake. The soldier hissed at the other hydras gathering around her.
I lay claim to you, Hersean'vha, he told her, waiting for another male to challenge him.
And I deny you it, she said, smoothly.
The hydra male looked at her in surprise and she growled at him, low in each of her throats.
I've seen one-headed hatchlings more worthy than you, she said. The queen crouched low, swishing her tail in agitation. The solider lunged at her, and she raked her claws across his chest, grabbing one of his necks in each jaw. Hersean put her full weight onto his ribs and her lust grew with the taste of blood in her mouth as his bones cracked in her talons. There was a sickening pop as both his spine and necks snapped at once with a quick tug of her heads. She stepped off his broken carcass and spat both of his throats back onto the cobblestone.
Anyone else?
The hydras around her snarled, but the only one to step forward was Flaming Mayhem.
I lay claim to you, Hersean, he told her, and she rumbled in appeasement, waiting to see if anyone dared challenge.
A wingless beast with two tails rushed him, driving his stingers deep into Mayhem's neck. The bronze-red hydra's other head flipped underneath his attacker, grabbing the smaller hydra by the base of his throats and flipping him over. His claws gutted the beast like a hot knife through butter.
From where he sat in a pile of entrails and blood, both of Mayhem's heads rumbled at his opponents.
A duo-winged hydra with two tails rushed him next, blinding both of his heads with his wings as he grabbed Mayhem at the scruff of both necks. Mayhem roared and slammed his claws into the other beast's shoulders, pushing deeper as the other hydra bit harder. His right head pivoted over, grabbing the beast's head halfway up. When his challenger's other head pivoted to strike back, it was not his jaws who grabbed it, but Hersean's. She bit until she crushed skin and bone alike, and wasn't satisfied until she'd ripped his head clean from his body. As Mayhem quickly dispatched his other half, Hersean drank the blood from the beast's open jugular.
The group of lusty males backed off, seeing clearly that she would take no other.
As Tisiphone watched from above, Hersean took to the skies, allowing herself to be caught by Flaming Mayhem not once, but twice.
"Do you think it will be well?" Megaera asked from beside her.
"It will be perfect," she replied. "Our job is to punish the sinners, and they'll come to us in droves..."
Megaera smiled as her sister walked away. Of course. Neither Tisiphone nor her bond did anything with an ulterior motive.
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Hersean says: Sinners. Traitors. Murderors. Come! There is a place for you all where we are going...
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